“Jess! What happened?!” “My dad,” she mumbled. “Got really mad when I told him about the trip.” I clenched my hands into a fist and began...heading towards the door. While it was just a bruised eye, a thing I had suffered a hundred times without any extravagant pain or worry, I was now becoming hysterical. It wasn’t so much as the pain associated with it, rather than the fact that someone had hurt the most important person in the world to me. “You promised…” Those magic words made me pause.. I was glad I didn't have to give up the Mercedes when I gave up 'Lance'. The ploy had been so simple: When Lance decided to leave the firm and get a fresh start, he had sold it to his 'friend', Lisa. She had been grateful to forego the hassle of transporting a car from the city where she had been living. She hadn't been hesitant to tell people around the company the elegant E500 Sport was a nice 'upgrade' from her Lexus. Angie was eating up the luxury sedan as we made our way to Rogers Park. I. His eyes rolled back a little bit and he let out a sexy grunt of approval. "That's better" he said as he moved back in to kiss me. We continued to passionately make out while I stroked him, alternating between gentle and firm strokes. It was so exciting feeling his cock grow in my hands. After a couple more minutes, I decided it was time. I broke the makeout and slowly kissed up his cheeks and neck until I reached his ear. I gently tongued it and whispered, "you are so fucking sexy", and he let. She told my mother to gently slide one finger in and go towards the front of my body until she felt a walnut size bulb, she said when you feel it move your finger side to side to stimulate the prostate. The sensation of my mother’s finger in my prostate was weird but also strangely erotic, my cock was now getting rapidly hard. The doctor told my mother that this was very stimulating for males and that an orgasm and full out ejaculation could occur or it could just be milked of fluid, she told.